Broken World

The earth has fallen, its lights burned dim,

A broken world on a fractured whim.

Silent cries on the wind take flight,

But heaven knows no endless night.

No rope frays there, no blade runs deep,

No soul is lost in the weight of sleep.

No bridges call, no ledges dare,

For sorrow fades in the golden air.

But here below, the dust runs red,

With whispered names of the lost and dead.

The weight of life, too much to bear,

Yet heaven holds what earth won’t spare.

A voice still calls beyond the haze,

A whisper through the hollow days.

The earth may fall, the dark may swell,

But heaven stands where no soul fell.